Punky Badass and a Goody Two-Shoes

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(Violet POV)

Luke Hemmings just asked me to go to lunch with him....? Me? I don't know how I managed to nod my head, but here I sat, across from him as we ate. We hadn't said much to one another since sitting down.

"What's your, uh, major?" I asked, picking up a French fry and dipping it in ketchup.

"Bad-assery, duh," he joked. I giggled, nearly dropping the fry I'd been holding.

"Well then, what are you going to do with a degree in bad-assery?" I asked. He chuckled and shrugged, reaching for a fry.

"I'm actually undecided. That's why I'm dabbling in social sciences classes," he explained as he dragged the fry through the ketchup in front of him. "And what about you, smarty pants?" he asked.

"Double majoring in Psychology and Sociology," I replied. He looked pretty impressed; his eyebrows shot up and he smiled.

"Wow, you really are a smarty pants," he giggled. I blushed again and sheepishly nodded. "I'm working towards being a, uh, therapist," I explained. He nodded, reaching for the fries again.

"That's really cool. I'm not being a smart ass," he said.

"I didn't think you were being a smartass," I replied. He looked relieved that I'd said that.

"So, since we have this next class together, you wanna walk together? If you get sick of me just tell me," he chuckled. I nodded, and he smiled brightly again. He cleaned up the two trays of food in front of us.

"You didn't have to-" I started. He shook his head and took them from me anyway. Hmm, Badass Luke Hemmings is actually really sweet and respectful... We walked to our lecture hall and took our usual seats next to each other, small conversation flowing easily between us. A tall curly-haired boy joined us, sitting on the other side of Luke. I hadn't noticed him in previous lectures, but we'd never sat this close before, either.

"Violet, this is Ashton. Ashton, this is Violet. Ashton's our drummer. Violet here is my group project partner in sociology," Luke explained. I smiled at Ashton and he extended his hand, so I shook it.

"You have pretty eyes," Ashton commented. I blushed and whispered a thank you before turning back to face forward.

A week had passed since we paired up for the group project and we sat together in every lecture we had, talking and sharing jokes, and some days we'd go for lunch in between classes. As much as I wanted to kiss him, I figured I was probably too vanilla for someone like him. He seemed...experienced. We were working on the finishing touches on the project at his apartment today, and it was nothing like I'd expected.

"Your place is nice," I commented as I stepped inside.

"Thanks," he smiled at me as he set the keys down and led me further inside. There were guitars in stands along one wall and I wandered over to them. Luke shrugged off his leather jacket and hung it in the closet before walking to the fridge.

"You want anything to drink?" he asked.

"No thanks," I said, still staring at all the guitars. They were so...cool. I resisted the urge to touch them. Luke joined me and smiled.

"You can touch them if you want," he said, smirking.

"It's fine," I whispered. He led me to the couch, and we pulled our stuff out to start finishing this project up. When I looked up from my papers, Luke was staring at me, watching my every move.